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Yeonjin’s mind was quite complicated.

“Ha! It seems like you’ve gained quite a reputation for beating up bandits, but even so, Jongnam is Jongnam. I’ll let you know that you’re no match for Hwasan!”

“I am not a member of the Jongnam faction… … .”

“But even though he is Jongnam, it is shameful for a woman to mercilessly take advantage of a man. So I will be lenient and yield to you.”

“Well, I’m not a member of the Jongnam faction. When people talk, listen to them… … ”

“No question or answer! The sword has been used to communicate with the sword since ancient times. Take it out, the 36 swords of the world. I will clearly show you in front of this crowd, as a public notary, that even the great six-harmony principle is meaningless in front of the plum blossoms of the volcano.”

It was as if he had completely erased from his mind all the talk he had had a few days ago about being a former ronin and all that in front of the disciples.

Jasong aimed his sword with a solemn expression, as if he was facing a life-or-death battle, just like the Volcano faction’s unmanned soldiers would do when fighting the Jongnam faction’s unmanned soldiers.

Yeonjin, whose words suddenly stopped, gave up on trying to make her understand and turned her gaze to the numerous spectators gathered like clouds under the stage.

‘When will my sister arrive?’

There has been no news yet from Yu Ye-hyang, who left saying she would consult with Seo Cheon-woo.

It would take a long time to travel to and from this tiny port city, but Yeonjin’s eyes were more focused on Yu Yehyang than on her opponent on stage.

Yeonjin’s gaze moved again, towards where the Yongbong branch participants were waiting.

His gaze lingered for a while on Chuil, who was sitting quietly and looking this way.

On the subject of the evil sect of the Blood Cult, the person who is blatantly plotting evil by infiltrating the Yongbong Branch.

In fact, one might ask, isn’t it strange that the Demonic Cult has hostility toward the Blood Cult?

The fact that the Demonic Cult is hostile to the Blood Cult is like a dog covered in bran scolding a dog covered in shit. It is hard to say that something covered in bran is upright, but at least it is better than something covered in shit.

Especially after hearing the explanation that the Blood Spirit Ring was a magic pill made by grinding up people, Yeonjin’s perception of the Blood Sect plummeted to the point where it was considered a bunch of bastards that could never be compared to each other.

From the beginning, Yu Ye-hyang was hostile to the Blood Cult, so there was no way she would have a good impression of it, but when it got to that point, her evaluation plummeted sharply.

‘I missed it earlier because the movement was too fast, but in the second round, I will definitely… … .’

Yeonjin made up her mind in her own way.

If we substitute it into Yeonjin’s previous life, in a country called Deokguk, there was a mustachioed president who turned people into soap.

There have been many murderers since the beginning of time, but the one who grew the moustache was considered to be an exceptionally evil person because he was said to have abandoned humanity.

The treatment of blood sects in the martial arts world was also roughly similar to that.

There are more than a few demons who go around killing people, but among them, the Blood Cult is particularly vicious and has abandoned humanity, so they are all despised without exception.

Because, for example, it could be said that he was a public enemy that everyone pointed their fingers at.

Amidst the blatant wariness and hostile gazes directed towards Chuil, Jasong, who was suddenly treated like a sack of barley borrowed from Yeonjin, became enraged.

“You’re looking away from your opponent right in front of you!”

“Ah.”

Only then did Yeonjin belatedly remember Jasong’s existence and give a short response.

Yeonjin’s gaze quickly scanned Jasong up and down. Just by looking at him, he seemed to have the right physique to learn martial arts, and as the youngest plum blossom swordsman, his qualifications were bound to be good enough.

The prayer that is felt is that of a servant compared to Yeonjin, and if we compare, it is about half the level of Lee Seoran.

Considering the age difference between Lee Seo-ran and Ja-song, it is certain that she has the skills to be called the youngest plum blossom inspector, but Ja-song’s misfortune is that her opponent is Yeon-jin, the best of the young sprouts of Madu.

And Jasong took Yeonjin’s attitude as a provocation.

“Ha! Using such a ridiculous system of fighting… … !”

Jasong growled, saying that it seemed like it was quite easy.

In fact, a martial arts school located in a remote mountain valley, and a Taoist school at that, is not a very good environment for fostering social skills.

The distribution is divided according to the time of initiation, and the hierarchical relationship is so strict that the ranking within the distribution is also divided according to the date of initiation.

All they do every day is eat, sleep, and swing their swords, so it is no wonder that the perception of the old school masters in the martial arts world is so naive.

The so-called worldly, less tainted Jasong recognized Yeonjin’s actions as a warning sign, and glared at Yeonjin with sharp eyes.

“I didn’t really mean to provoke you.”

Yeonjin shrugged her shoulders slightly.

The partner of Jasong, who was ignorant of the ways of the world, was Yeonjin.

I’ve been through a lot, and for the past few months, I’ve been under the great influence of Cheongyeon, the most vicious and evil mouth in the Demonic Cult, acknowledged by everyone.

Even if he was no match for him with a sword, if he fought with his tongue, he was an opponent that Jasong could not even predict a single chance of winning against.

“Then let’s start quickly.”

Yeonjin replied briefly and slowly aimed her sword.

Just before Jasong was about to explode with anger, asking how far he was going to provoke her, Yeonjin flew up lightly with the help of Pyohaenggong and Yeongungdo.

A new type that has been crushed like a swallow flying across the sky.

Jin Seong-yeon’s earnest request to cut down the plum tree of Hwasan with the Jeoldopaseongeom was still valid.

And the essence of the Thief’s Sword is a sharp sword with a strong edge.

The height of irrationality, where one unilaterally attacks with the sole purpose of thoroughly destroying the opponent.

“What… … !”

As Jasong opened her eyes wide, Yeonjin’s sword began to dance and swing.

Theft and destruction of the sword.

This is the conclusion reached by a peerless swordsman who has already achieved fame with the sword, regarding the method for attaining enlightenment through the sword.

The Taoist sects talk about attaining the Way with a sword, but how can one attain the Way with a weapon that is meant to harm people?

Ultimately, in order to attain the Way of Zen, one must not be picky about the means and methods, and one must first cut off the obsession and illusion of attaining the Way.

In the process, Jin Seong-yeon’s feelings towards the Hwasan faction are somewhat reflected, and it can be said that it is a sword that acts as a synergy with Hwasan’s plum blossom sword technique, for example, it can be said to be a sword that uproots Hwasan’s plum blossom.

“Ohhhh!”

“Black giraffe! Black giraffe!”

The audience began to get excited as the full-scale launch took place.

In the heated atmosphere, Yeonjin drew a line with her sword.

The line continued. And the unbroken line continued endlessly, once again following the trajectory, as if writing letters with a single stroke of a pen.

If a line continues in a circle, when it touches the line where it started, it becomes a circle.

A circle has neither a beginning nor an end.

“Ugh-!”

Before the silent Jasong could even begin to form the plum blossom sword technique, he became anxious to block the endlessly continuing lines.

An expression of the sort that made her wonder, “What on earth is this swordsmanship?” was clearly written on her face.

The latter part of the story of Jeongpa, who is famous for his swordsmanship, is too vicious for him to write. Above all, he takes away her breath, tramples on her vitality, and unilaterally attacks her before she can do anything.

On the other hand, Yeonjin had a calm expression, but her sword strikes were fierce and refreshing.

As if it wasn’t for nothing that he went through hellish training with Jin Seong-yeon, each sword strike he swung so casually was sharp.

The line that is engraved along the trajectory of the swing is a line, and the moment that line touches, it can cut off a person’s limb along its trajectory.

At most fifty seconds from now.

Yeonjin, who had foreseen what would happen in the future, made that judgment, while Jasong, on the other hand, had an expression full of annoyance.

This is because I have yet to truly experience the horror of the Thief’s End Sword.

To use a metaphor, Jasong’s current state is like giving up the lead before the plum blossoms of his proud plum blossom sword technique can fully bloom, and then being unilaterally attacked after losing his breath.

The idea was that somehow, I just had to create a momentary gap and use the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

And the feeling of being suffocated, as if you were floundering in water with your limbs tied.

Such feelings breed impatience.

“This is profit!”

Eventually, Jasong burst out in frustration and stepped on Jin-gak, deliberately making large movements.

In a way, it was an obvious trap.

Jasongdo wasn’t completely blind, so he was going through a process of gradually getting used to Yeonjin’s sword. However, the essence of the Jeoldopaseon sword lies in the endless chain of strikes.

In order to keep the momentum going, Yeonjin must enter knowing that it is a trap.

That was the conclusion she came to in a split second, thinking with frightening speed.

If you attack even though you know it’s a trap, you’ll have a chance to counterattack, but if you don’t attack because you’re worried about that, Jasong will have a chance to prepare.

Since it’s like a flower viewing party, either way is fine.

In a way, you could say that Jasong found the only way out in that fleeting moment.

‘This will take thirty more seconds.’

Instead of walking into an obvious trap, Yeonjin frowned as she gave Jasong time to get things straight.

The time it took for her to bring her sword to Jasong’s nape increased by thirty seconds. In the end, Yeonjin’s heart became a little more poisonous.

I was planning to subdue him without causing any damage, but this was a close fight with a sharp sword. It was within the acceptable range to suffer some damage.

I decided to shorten the time it took to subdue him, even if it meant making his hands a little rougher.

“Ugh!”

“Hmm.”

A mirror reflecting the mind of a black drone.

As he ate the poison, the sword naturally became poisonous. The change was so obvious in the sword that it made several of the watching dignitaries nervous.

Especially when Jasong started to be pushed back unilaterally, Cheon Yangjin, who had been watching with his fist clenched, swallowed his breath in vain.

visor-!

The two new figures collided with a loud crash of metal clashing against metal.

Yeonjin and Jasong.

And as if the title of youngest plum blossom inspector was not an empty one, Jasong started to make plum blossoms bloom from the sword in earnest.

The aftermath of the clash between the Sword of Thieves and the Sword of the Plum Blossom caused the two new forms to retreat.

Yeonjin takes one step back, Jasong takes five steps back.

Because it was a sight that anyone could see was Jasong being pushed out, even the person who was pushed out had a bewildered expression on his face.

What kind of good elixir did you take to be so overwhelmed by your powers?

Jasong’s eyes furrowed as he made an expression that gave that kind of meaning.

The moment when the two people, still in the aftermath of the collision and having retreated, catch their breath again and take a step forward for a new clash.

“Wait a minute.”

It’s the climax.

If the two clash again, there will be no such lull before the outcome is decided.

So the most important moment in this fight.

While the numerous spectators, those sitting in the VIP seats, and even the other contestants all watched the duel between the Black Kirin and the youngest Plum Blossom Swordsman with sweaty palms.

A bright voice rang out.

“I would appreciate it if you could give me a moment of your time.”

Someone’s voice broke the rhythm.

Chuil, with a bright smile on his face, walked up to the stage with steady steps and spoke softly.

If it were normal, the audience would have naturally been asking, “What is that guy?” and the Haenam faction, which was in charge of running the Yongbongjihoe, would have been the ones to stop Chuil from interfering.

“Huh?”

“No, what is this all of a sudden… … .”

The story changes a little when Chuil is leading a group of ronin with red eyes and an ominous bloodshot eye.

Moreover, Chuil didn’t just say anything.

“The Six Combat Battles!”

Namhae Shingum, whose face was suddenly tarnished, opened his eyes wide and tightly gripped the armrest.

Chuil’s voice echoed with majestic force from all six directions: up, down, forward, backward, left, and right.

He is not just some ronin who has achieved the pinnacle of accomplishment.

Especially since Chuil showed off the Cheongyeongyu School, Chiljeoldoje, who had been very interested in her, was also looking at Chuil as if his eyes were going to pop out.

As soon as they heard the story of Yukhapjeonseong, the masters sitting in the VIP seats were astonished, saying that their realm had been completely hidden.

“Thank you all for stopping by for a moment as I said.”

Chuil bowed politely to the audience in his usual gentle voice.

And then, with a big smile on her face, she said:

“I’m really sorry for interrupting the Yongbongjihoe while it’s still in progress, but I think I’ll have to take the black giraffe.”

With those words, Chuil’s black hair and eyes turned red, like those of the Blood Princess.